Chapter 214: The Rainbow of San Siro Stadium

"What a brilliant attack!"

"Suker once again pulled off a solo explosive dribble down the flank!"

"He opened up a gap in AC Milan's offense, and while Shevchenko and Kaka were tearing through the defense, no one noticed Ambrosini had already crept into a very dangerous position inside the box!"

Serie A commentator Aldo Serena shook his head in awe. "So steady—every decision Suker made in that sequence blended boldness with precision. That final pass was perfect!"

"This isn't something you'd expect from a 19-year-old!"

Bold yet meticulous—that perhaps describes Suker best.

On one hand, he showed sheer individual heroism with his solo runs down the wing.

On the other, he had the awareness to read the entire field and understand his teammates' movements, delivering a deadly final pass.

In truth, Suker and Kaka had similar roles.

Both were charged with surging forward and delivering the key pass.

But tactically, Suker had even more importance—so much so that he was given more space and responsibility.

And Suker didn't betray that trust.

"Beautiful pass!!"

Ambrosini ran up to Suker with both hands raised high.

Suker responded with force.

PAH!The two slapped palms and embraced fiercely.

All around San Siro, AC Milan fans erupted in cheers.

This match was just incredible.

AC Milan's defense was solid, but now their offense had a new vitality.

And that change had Suker's name all over it.

In the stands at San Siro, fans were already chanting his name.

Soon, the entire stadium was unified in its chant.

SUKER!!!!!!!SUKER!!!!!!!SUKER!!!!!!!

Amid the thunderous cheers, Suker became the sole focus of San Siro.

"Suker!"

"Suker!"

"Suker!"

Rowling was shouting with all her might, her pretty face flushed with excitement.

Next to her, Justin the chubby boy stood with his mouth slightly agape.

He didn't even watch football—but even he understood what an incredible thing Suker had just done.

This guy wasn't as handsome or tall as Kaka.

But on the pitch, his presence was overwhelming.

Since the match began, the chubby boy's eyes hadn't left Suker.

He had the most touches!

The most running!

The most dribbles!

He wasn't even that big or strong, yet he was spinning all those towering defenders in circles.

Everyone in the stadium was chanting Suker's name.

At that moment, the chubby boy's heart pounded wildly.

Every boy dreams of being a hero.

And right now, Zuk embodied that fantasy.

"How is he this good?!"

The boy couldn't believe it.

Not tall like the others.

Not burly like the bearded guy.

Yet he was the brightest star on the field.

'I want to be a hero like him!'

'To feel the roar of the crowd!'

"Counterattack!!!!——"

The deafening cheer from tens of thousands of AC Milan fans snapped the boy out of his daydream.

When he looked back at the field, Suker was already on the ball on the wing, turning to face the goal.

"Is he about to sprint?"

The boy watched eagerly.

But to his surprise, Suker didn't sprint. Instead, he paused, then sharply lifted his right foot and drove the ball with the top of his boot.

In the next second, the boy's jaw dropped.

He watched as the ball traced a massive arc across the pitch.

"What is that?!!"

At the Italian commentary booth, Aldo Serena stood up, slamming the desk in excitement:

"Rainbow pass!!! Suker's signature move!!!"

"Kaka's chasing it!! AC Milan's counterattack is slicing through Fenerbahçe's defense once more."

"Kaka volleys the ball across the box—Shevchenko!!! Sliding finish!!!"

"Goal!!!! Goal!!!!"

"AC Milan scores again in the 41st minute!! Two goals in the first half of their Champions League group stage opener, giving them a commanding lead!"

"Suker! It's Suker again!"

"My God! That beautiful rainbow pass brought AC Milan their second goal!"

"Last time, Milan fans could only marvel at the beauty of that pass—this time, they can cheer it wildly! This exquisite pass directly led to a goal!"

ROAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!——

San Siro exploded.

AC Milan fans felt like they were floating.

From kickoff, they hadn't stopped cheering—because Milan's attacks hadn't stopped either.

And now this breathtaking rainbow pass stunned them again.

Even if it wasn't the first time they'd seen it!

But when that pass is done for your team, the happiness and excitement is beyond words.

It wasn't just a goal.

It was the sheer beauty of the pass that made the game infinitely more entertaining!

"Wow!! You maniac!! That pass was too long, you know? I almost didn't reach it!"

Kaka laughed as he hugged Suker after the celebration.

Suker turned to him: "No way! I passed based on your speed. If you didn't get it, that means you were slow to react!"

Kaka looked at Suker, speechless.

That pass was too long. If not for his own speed, he wouldn't have reached it.

But Suker was stubborn to the end and refused to admit it.

Such a beautiful pass couldn't possibly be overhit!Impossible!Absolutely impossible!

With a two-goal lead, the AC Milan players relaxed.

And halftime arrived.

In Fenerbahçe's locker room, silence reigned.

Volkan Demirel stared blankly ahead, his expression vacant. He was clearly shaken.

How could someone be this good?!

Suker's performance had left him in despair.

Selçuk and Serkan were both top-tier defenders, yet Suker danced past them like they weren't even there.

And that rainbow pass had delivered a mental blow of its own.

How do you compete with a guy like that?!

"We defend in the second half, and look for counterattacks. Try not to concede more goals."

Fenerbahçe's coach said helplessly.

He knew it would be tough—but not this tough.

Their wing had been shredded.

Zuk had caused them endless trouble.

"Shift the defensive focus to the right flank."

The coach gave a key reminder: "We cannot let Suker keep attacking our line!"

Meanwhile, in AC Milan's locker room...

Ancelotti turned to Kaka: "Focus the second half on the right side. Suker will be tightly marked—he'll drop deeper to organize, and you push forward more. Suker, make decoy runs to draw defenders."

Suker nodded.

Ancelotti turned: "First subs at 65 minutes. Inzaghi and Rui Costa, start warming up. Get a feel for the pace."

"Suker, I'll give you another 20 minutes."

Suker immediately raised his hand: "I can keep going. My stamina's fine!"

Ancelotti: "Save your energy—put more into the second half of the season."

Hearing that, Suker could only nod. "Alright!"

"65th minute—AC Milan makes a substitution. Suker and Shevchenko are coming off."

"In this match, Shevchenko has scored twice. In the 55th minute of the second half, Suker found Shevchenko with a through pass, helping extend the lead."

"The score is now 3–0."

"Suker has two assists, Shevchenko has two goals."

"Inzaghi and Rui Costa are on the pitch."

PAH!Suker high-fived Inzaghi.

"Super Pippo!"

Inzaghi laughed, patting Suker on the shoulder: "Watch this, kid!"

Shevchenko looked at Suker and said, "You and Filippo seem close."

Suker shrugged. "He promised to introduce me to some girls!"

Shevchenko gave a strange look: "You didn't know?"

"Know what?"

Suker turned his head.

Shevchenko: "Filippo never shares his... prey."

Suker frowned: "They're girls, not prey!"

Shevchenko: "But Filippo's a hunter in love. To him, they're all prey."

Suker: "…So?"

Shevchenko: "You've been fooled."

Suker whipped his head around, glaring:

Inzaghi! You bastard!

Back on the field, the match continued.

With Suker subbed off, Kaka had more of the spotlight and began to shine.

Though Kaka couldn't orchestrate like Zuk, he could run—and he ran hard.

With Inzaghi's ghostlike movements, the two wreaked even more havoc on Fenerbahçe's already rattled defense.

In the 87th minute, Kaka went on a long solo run and squared the ball for Inzaghi to finish.

That was the final goal of the match.

AC Milan 4–0 FenerbahçeA comfortable win in the Champions League group stage opener.

Man of the Match went to Shevchenko, who scored twice.

But commentator Aldo Serena insisted: this was purely based on goals.

Suker, he argued, had the best performance on the pitch.

Suker himself didn't care much about the award.

His only regret?

No goals.He had taken a few long shots, but the keeper had him closely marked and denied him every time.

Still, the result was good.

No goals, but two assists!